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Deep in the forest, something or someone howls at the moon.
Yeah, it's a someone. It's Doctor Evil, standing beside the broken down, rusted remains of his Bob's Big Boy, boo-hooing over it's lamentable state of non-function. If only he could use it to fly off, abandon ship, leave this bar and all its insolent patrons behind. It has become increasingly clear to the evil genius that he has been too long distracted from his goal of taking over the world. His imagination and ambition got away from him. Why take over one world when you could take over... the universe? Yeah. He could have anything. Even one MILLION dollars.
Turns out there is a very good reason: the people in this bar are a gigantic pain in the ass.
Sighing, he wipes his face and lifts his chin, giving Mini-Me an imperious look that will hopefully distract from his existential crisis of moments before.
"Mini-Me, my precious clone in one-eighth form, I have been lamentably... not stupid, because I remain an evil genius... but blinded by a too large picture. Yeah. Need to back it up a bit. Rewind the tape. No? Don't know what a tape is? Honestly. How quickly the young forget and the idiots assimilate. Riiiiight, how about... As Number Two likes to say before I shoot him with my Nerf gun, 'restructure' the 'business.'"
He nods, the motion vaguely spasmodic.
"Who are these football hooligans? It doesn't matter. No. I am Doctor Evil! I... will TRIUMPH!" he yells, pumping his fist in the air. Moments later, frozen in place, he asks Mini-Me without moving his lips, "Are they here? No? Show Daddy where to hide next. Yeah. We're going to go full on Statham on their ass... asses? Whatever."
Yeah, it's a someone. It's Doctor Evil, standing beside the broken down, rusted remains of his Bob's Big Boy, boo-hooing over it's lamentable state of non-function. If only he could use it to fly off, abandon ship, leave this bar and all its insolent patrons behind. It has become increasingly clear to the evil genius that he has been too long distracted from his goal of taking over the world. His imagination and ambition got away from him. Why take over one world when you could take over... the universe? Yeah. He could have anything. Even one MILLION dollars.
Turns out there is a very good reason: the people in this bar are a gigantic pain in the ass.
Sighing, he wipes his face and lifts his chin, giving Mini-Me an imperious look that will hopefully distract from his existential crisis of moments before.
"Mini-Me, my precious clone in one-eighth form, I have been lamentably... not stupid, because I remain an evil genius... but blinded by a too large picture. Yeah. Need to back it up a bit. Rewind the tape. No? Don't know what a tape is? Honestly. How quickly the young forget and the idiots assimilate. Riiiiight, how about... As Number Two likes to say before I shoot him with my Nerf gun, 'restructure' the 'business.'"
He nods, the motion vaguely spasmodic.
"Who are these football hooligans? It doesn't matter. No. I am Doctor Evil! I... will TRIUMPH!" he yells, pumping his fist in the air. Moments later, frozen in place, he asks Mini-Me without moving his lips, "Are they here? No? Show Daddy where to hide next. Yeah. We're going to go full on Statham on their ass... asses? Whatever."
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He looks right.
Now he turns himself about.
Soon after the Little Guy moves off, Doctor Evil begins to follow. He tries to leap in the very same spots, but his longer stride puts him in danger of overtaking Mini Me. He is forced to pull up and flail in an undignified manner lest he fall over and crush his clone.
He would be inconsolable for hours if that happened.
"Riiiight. I did not know it was 4:20 already. Having a bit of a 'flashback.' Suddenly want to kick around a tiny fabric ball and consume gas station food while listening to the Reality Bites soundtrack."
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Or was that disagreement?
It's so hard to tell sometimes.
He continues to dart here and there until he's lead Doctor Evil the the shed with the best sightlines of the "garden."
But rather than open the door to the shed, the Little Guy reaches for a knot in one of the boards of the structure. Which, it would seem, is not a knot at all...but the doorknob for another way in.
A secret way.
And...sadly for Doctor Evil, a Loompa-sized way.
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"Daddy's tired. Out of breath. Doesn't have the same evil bounce... in his step," he wheezes.
Eventually he looks up and sees the Loompa-sized hole.
"Mini-Me? My magnificent clone? Throw me a frickin' bone."
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This way!
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He eyes the doorway, then Mini Me.
"That is Mini Me shaped. Yeah. One-eighth my size, just like Daddy's special boy."
Beat.
"It is not Evil Doctor shaped. In case you didn't 'notice,'" he finger quotes. "Not going to 'fit.' Even with all the pilates and my juice cleanse."
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The little guy holds both hands parallel to the opening in the tree for an accurate measurement. He then moves his hands, maintaining their distance apart, over towards Doctor Evil.
There is a significant amount of the Doctor than there is opening in the tree.
That's....huh. The little guy didn't see that coming.
He tilts his head to one side as he thinks, then shrugs.
He'll just have to make the door bigger, that's all.
And so he reaches not for a knot in the tree, but for what appears to be the entire side of the tree. As if the tree itself were not a 3 Dimensional tree, but an image of a tree with an edge to it.
The little guy then opens the whole tree.
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Maybe if Doctor Evil didn't spend lots of time with Mini-Me. Maybe if Mini-Me didn't do that to his head whenever he really committed to a smile.
Maybe then.
Mostly the evil doctor just looks impressed.
"Who's a resourceful evil genius? Who is?"
Beat.
"That's right. Me. I am. Because I have you for my clone. Yeah. Good thinking on my part. Very wise, in an evil way."
He beams at Mini-Me and scampers through the now Doctor Evil sized hole in the tree.